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Lady of Light She was here. She was HERE. At the Quidditch world CUP.
Lenora still couldn’t believe it. This was going to be such an experience, she just knew it. .. except for the crowd maybe. She wasn’t a huge fan of crowds but she didn’t care. It was the World Cup. She walked slowly, trying not to bump into people, looking at all the merchandise on display. Hmm.. the fourteen year old was indecisive.
What did she want to buy?
His arms were full. You name it, Maxie had grabbed it. From the very frivolous (Quidditch themed toilet tissue with tiny, flying bludgers) to fruity (
cherries dipped in white gold chocolate and made to look like snitches) to very expensive (
a leather bound copy of quidditch through the ages with annotations from Ginny Weasley) and finally, to practical (
omnioculars).He was carrying so much he could hardly hold it all, and sure enough- he dropped something (
a pen shaped like a beater's bat) right by the foot of a very pretty-curly haired witch.
"E-erm." Maxie began, shuffling his feet. Social Anxiety, it seemed, was much stronger than any love or excitement he'd been feeling. Red faced, Maxie tried to work up the courage to say something to the girl- just a quick
excuse me! so he could grab the little bat-pen and get out of here....